111 Not my Avatar pt5: Grave swords

Draig walked through the dungeon of the palace looking ragged but his eyes contained cruelty, he was imprisoned and labeled a coward because of a petty power squabble. This seemed to have spurred Draig back into action giving him a reason to be wrathful, however he would bide his time before taking his vengeance but for now he would give them a taste of his anger in a way that would allow them to live knowing there was a blade hanging over their necks.

'I wonder where they would put my things' thought Draig as he saw the guard before the man could see him and acted quickly grabbing him by the neck.

"Don't blame me, blame your beloved Imperials" stated Draig as he tensed his hand slightly breaking the man's neck and grabbing the keys from his corpse.

At the age of thirteen Draig's body had recovered more of his strength and he would be certain to abuse it along with his practiced ability of laying runes with his hands.